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I tried every room<div>slept in the bathtub too</div><div>I wanted to encase her in a glass walls</div><div>before anyone else had tried but the fungus grew too fast</div><div>among us we grew too slow</div><div>Van cover - how do I make it not elsewhere, but here?</div><div>emerald light, not glitter bits</div><div>O brooder of woods</div><div>became a door, a window, a bridge for a forest - I'll listen, I'll love, I'll weep and I will fail elsewhere, but never here.</div>
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What is the sum of 8 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.